Execute Their Airy Purposes.

To Overcome In Battle, And Subdue Nations, And Bring Home Spoils With Infinite Man-slaughter, Shall Be Held The Highest Pitch Of Human Glory.

Death From Sin No Power Can Separate.

But All Was False And Hollow; Though His Tongue Dropp'd Manna, And Could Make The Worse Appear The Better Reason, 4 To Perplex And Dash Maturest Counsels.

Eye Me, Blest Providence, And Square My Trial To My Proportion'd Strength.

My Sentence Is For Open War.